Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 143
"Ding……"

As soon as the message notification sounded, Song Zhicheng immediately turned on the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds. His brows were slightly furrowed. The message was sent by Zhou Jia just now. Tears, slight dark circles under the eyelids, you can tell that she didn't sleep well.

Song Zhicheng clenched his palms tightly, feeling his chest being hit by something, and there was a little dull pain.

Taking his eyes away from the screen, Song Zhicheng turned off his phone and put it aside, facing the empty and unpopular room, Song Zhicheng felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Buried in his work, Song Zhicheng didn't lie down on the bed until late at night.

In his sleep, Song Zhicheng subconsciously opened his arms and hugged him to the side, but his hands were empty. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that he was alone on the bed.

original……

Almost forgot again.

Looking at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning. Since he couldn't sleep, Song Zhicheng simply approved his clothes and got up, washed up briefly, tidied up a little, and went directly to the company.

Eight forty minutes past.

In the building of the Song Group, employees have entered the company one after another.

In the secretary's room, Chief Secretary Zhang Jiaoyang stepped into the office. Just as he put down his bag, he suddenly received an internal call from Song Zhicheng. She was startled. She glanced at the time, and it was not time for work.

Mr. Song came too early, right?Muttering silently, Zhang Jiaoyang hurriedly found out the documents Song Zhicheng needed, and hurried to Song Zhicheng's office.

"Come in." Song Zhicheng's voice was always so cold and indifferent.

Zhang Jiaoyang entered the door, handed the document to Song Zhicheng, and asked respectfully, "President Song, do you need any instructions?"

Song Zhicheng shook his head without raising his head, then he remembered and said, "Bring me a breakfast."

Zhang Jiaoyang nodded: "Okay."

As the chief secretary, although he is not as trustworthy as Lin Jingwen and Lin Tezhu, Zhang Jiaoyang's work ability is unquestionable, and Song Zhicheng knows a thing or two about food preferences.

Soon, the restaurant delivered a breakfast according to Zhang Jiaoyang's instructions.It's simple, but not simple. It's Cantonese-style morning tea, including boat porridge, crystal dumplings, horse-drawn cakes, steamed rice rolls...

Song Zhicheng stared at these refreshments, and suddenly thought of You Qian's face. This is her favorite breakfast, and her cooking skills are better than the professional catering chefs hired by the company, which is more in line with his taste.Just like this rice noodle roll, the skin is not smooth enough, and it is too old. If you change it to You Qian, there will be no such problem at all... Thinking of this, Song Zhicheng couldn't help frowning, and he didn't say a word to express his dissatisfaction. Loud meal.

After using it, Song Zhicheng continued to work.

In the past two days, all business trips have been temporarily postponed. Song Zhicheng must wait until his grandfather is successfully sent to the United States for medical treatment before dealing with these matters.

After dealing with some difficult matters, Song Zhicheng dialed the internal line of the administrative director: "Xiao Yang, notify all departments for a meeting at [-]:[-]."

The administration received a call and hurriedly informed.

Recently, the company has encountered several crises, so the personnel has changed a lot. Not only the branch office, but also the head office has undergone a major personnel change.

After all the high-level people are seated.

Song Zhicheng sat at the top, and Lin Jingwen was at the bottom right. He followed Song Zhicheng's gaze and looked down. Except for a few sporadic high-level people with complicated backgrounds, the rest were all Song Zhicheng's confidantes, or reused. People like Ma Baoshan who rely on the old to sell the old, except for two very responsible ones, have long since disappeared.

Ma Baoshan's right to speak, since his shares have been diluted to the brink, and the descendants of the Ma family have been in trouble one after another, he has no capital to fight against Song Zhicheng. Now it is too late to pray for Song Zhicheng to let his family go. Of course, it is impossible to block Song Zhicheng again. Heart.

The current Song Group can only be said to be owned by Song Zhicheng alone, and he has completely taken power.

All of this, from the layout to the completion, only took a short one and a half years. This time was earlier than Lin Jingwen himself estimated. He used to think that Mr. Song would need at least two or three years to complete this plan.But... Song Zhicheng achieved his goal in such a short time.

Lin Jingwen admired it.

A while ago, the Song Corporation had accidents one after another. The outside world thought that the Song Corporation was in a precarious state, and many people even took the opportunity to sing the song down. Still stand firm.Because, all of this was expected by Song Zhicheng.

Only Song Zhicheng has such courage. In order to eliminate dissidents and eliminate all unfavorable factors in the future, he dares to put the company in the wind and rain. In this process, a little carelessness may lead to great danger.

After going through ups and downs, the foundation of the current Song Group has become more and more stable, and the group of high-end talents led by Song Zhicheng can display themselves more freely.

The administrative secretary leaned over and whispered, "Mr. Song, everyone is here."

Song Zhicheng pursed his lips, glanced around the people present expressionlessly, and then opened his mouth and said, "Let's have a meeting."

When the meeting ended, it was exactly eleven o'clock in the morning.

There are no obstacles, the efficiency is very high, and solutions have been discussed for all issues.

Song Zhicheng stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brows, lack of sleep, coupled with high-intensity work, there seemed to be a mosquito buzzing in his head, which made him a headache.

Putting down the pen, Song Zhicheng turned around and entered the lounge, lay down on the soft bed for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep, Song Zhicheng didn't sleep at all, and continued to work.

Completely done, it was already evening.

Song Zhicheng picked up the key and drove to the hospital.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, the security guards guarding everywhere greeted Song Zhicheng one after another, and Song Zhicheng nodded with a sullen face.

Except for the necessary medical staff and guards, there is no one else on the floor.

As he approached the ward step by step, Song Zhicheng's footsteps slowly slowed down.

You Qian was holding the thermos. When she turned around, she saw Song Zhicheng, her body trembled suddenly, and she quickened her pace. Almost in the blink of an eye, she turned to the specially set up kitchen.

Seeing her avoiding him like a scourge, Song Zhicheng's eyes sank slightly.

Hearing the footsteps, Aunt He smiled and asked, "Qianqian, why are you up? Don't sleep anymore?"

You Qian put down the thermos and said, "I've slept for a long time, get up and stretch your muscles."

Aunt He said: "It would be great if the old man woke up. The old man likes to go shopping around the house at this time the most."

After finishing speaking, she silenced her voice, and Aunt He sighed: "Qianqian, don't worry so much when you're pregnant. You have to be happy, and our old man will definitely wake up. By the way, what are you going to eat today?" What? Aunt He will make it for you. You’re pregnant, don’t go on a diet, you know, but one person eats for two.”

With firm eyes, You Qian said, "Grandpa will definitely get better." After looking at the ingredients, she pointed to some and said, "Aunt He, make me the second set meal prepared by the nutritionist."

In the second set meal, several dishes in it need to be served with green onions, coriander, etc., and these happen to be the condiments that Song Zhicheng hates the most. You Qian guessed that Song Zhicheng might stay for dinner, so when choosing, she admitted that she was a little Sourness.

"Oh, good." Just as Aunt He agreed, when she looked up, she saw Song Zhicheng standing at the door. She immediately laughed and asked, "Master, are you off work?"

"Yeah." Song Zhicheng nodded, and glanced at Youqian, who immediately lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

The interaction between the two was very subtle, but Aunt He didn't notice it. She chased after her and asked, "Master, what do you want to eat today?"

Song Zhicheng said: "You don't need to make it for me, just eat it like hers."

Aunt He happily agreed.

I thought that Song Zhicheng would leave immediately, but he stood still, his eyes were always staring at Youqian, making Youqian feel uncomfortable.

You Qian didn't want to stay here, so she hurried to leave.

After going out, she turned her head and found that Song Zhicheng followed, and You Qian's face darkened instantly.She quickened her pace, and Song Zhicheng seemed to quicken her pace behind her.

Sure enough, he followed her on purpose. What was he planning?
Did Song Zhicheng think he would change his mind?
That is impossible.

You Qian kept admonishing herself.

In the corridor, there were only the sound of footsteps one after another. You Qian quickly made a detour around the corner, and suddenly found that Song Zhicheng's voice was no longer behind her. She turned her head to check curiously.

Just as Song Zhicheng was about to step into his grandfather's ward, he just turned his head away.

The eyes of the two collided, Song Zhicheng's black eyes were calm and unwavering, as if wondering why You Qian stared at him like that, You Qian blushed slightly and turned away.

It turned out that I had misunderstood.

He didn't follow him at all.

It's a little embarrassing.You Qian sat on the bench in the corridor, breathing slowly.

After a while, she felt better, and when she raised her head again, seeing Song Zhicheng's magnified handsome face, You Qian reached out her hand to touch her heart in surprise, and frowned slightly.

Song Zhicheng looked coldly and said, "Why are you staying here?" Now that autumn has just entered, the temperature is very suitable, and there is a breeze blowing in the corridor, which makes You Qian's hair sway gently.

Song Zhicheng glanced at her clothes, a knee-length dress, which was too thin, and was placed in the wind, so his face showed obvious displeasure, and said, "I'm not going back to my room yet."

You Qian didn't want to talk to him, so she didn't answer.

Song Zhicheng said: "Be obedient."

You Qian raised her eyes, bit her lip, and frowned.

What kind of mentality does this person have when facing his wife who is about to divorce?Moreover, his tone was so natural, as if he was ordering his subordinates.

She has seen this kind of tone too much. Before getting married, he used this kind of domineering tone to treat herself. After getting married, his attitude has never changed.

With a sullen face, Song Zhicheng took off his coat, threw it on You Qian, and said, "Put it on."

You Qian clenched the coat tightly in his hand, didn't put it on immediately, and didn't throw it back to him. Instead, he raised his head, stared at Song Zhicheng, and said seriously, "Let's talk about the divorce, can we?"

If it can be resolved amicably, she doesn't want to rise to the point where the court needs to decide.

　The chapter coded on the train is a bit rushed.

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